Chapter 2
Home Sweet Home
July 1963
Kate stepped off of the pale green and mustard yellow bus that stopped at the top of the driveway. She paused for a moment and started toward the bottom of the hill, studying the massive, white, plantation-style house that belonged to her grandmother. As she started to make her way down the driveway to the front door, gravel crunching under her feet, she felt a rush of emotions and memories flood through her body, emotions that she had neglected for a few years now. For a brief moment, she thought about making an escape, but then quickly replaced the thought with images of her beloved grandmother lying in bed, waiting on her arrival. Familiar scents filtered through the air and assaulted her nose. She has always been allergic to fresh cut grass. The magnolias filled the air with a sweet molasses smell. She reached down to the bushes that lined the driveway and picked a honey- suckle flower, pulled out the stem and touched it to her tongue, the sweet nectar refreshed her. The train whistle blew a soft melody through the air.
“Ten o’clock. Right on time.”
Nice, Brittany.
ReplyDeleteMy husband thinks I'm crazy when I pull the stem out of honeysuckle and take a lick. He claims Southern, but only a Yankee would question eating honeysuckle. Great detail!
ReplyDeleteI have always eaten honeysuckles; I remember the girl who taught me how. Good detail
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